Favorite Spot: Wissinoming Park
My Love Note
You’ve probably never heard of Wissinoming Park. It’s a swath of green on the edge of a neighborhood most people in Philadelphia have never been to, tucked between the headlines about crime in Frankford and tire slashers in Mayfair.
Nothing miraculous has ever happened at Wiss. It doesn’t have Pennypack’s trails or Fairmount’s mansions or Wissahickon’s creek. The most talked-about park story when I was a kid was about a girl who fell out of a tree and shattered her arm.
I was 4 when a bee stung me on my index finger as I climbed the stairs to the slide. I was 6 when I tumbled around a dirt pile during my brother’s tee-ball practicel. I was 5 and 7 and 8 and 9 when I zoomed down the Charles Street hill on my sled. I was 10 when my family moved to a new house with a different park at the bottom – Pennypack. It’s huge and full of trails and history and nature, and it even has a sledding hill. But it’s not a city park.
Everyday, thousands of Philly kids make lasting, albeit mundane, memories in their small neighborhood parks. For me, it was Wiss.